Po' Up
Here we go
Call around we got a couple hoes
East to West we got em coast to coast
Chasing all this clout around the globe
Cause money, weed, and pussy all we know
Around and back then back around for mo
From LA to New York they all so cold
She hit me back they coming through fasho
Cause pussy, weed, and money all we know
Charge a hunnid to the game
Grab some Henny, bring my change
Sip this liquor, ease that pain
And po' up
Ease that pain, sip this liquor
Bring my change from that pick up
Couple strands of that killa
Roll up
I said
She bougie and she bad, she get it from her dad
Well at least her attitude, because that nigga had her back
But her looks are from her momma, her ass is pretty fat
And I would not hesitate, to put my dick in that
We was chillin poolside on the rooftop of the L
You swore you were do or die, I think you belong in Hell
You were only in disguise, for a while I couldn't tell
You're the reason I'm this guy, why I'm like fuck it oh well
(Oh well)
I did everything so trill, Isleys on and chill
Moscato in your cup, some salmon on the grill
Kept you cracking up but then my Mack it touched me to do ill
Started lackin' and was absent I was acting up for real
Here we go
Call around we got a couple hoes
East to West we got em coast to coast
Chasing all this clout around the globe
Cause money, weed, and pussy all we know
Around and back then back around for mo
From LA to New York they all so cold
She hit me back they coming through fasho
Cause pussy, weed, and money all we know
Call around we got a couple hoes
East to West we got em coast to coast
Chasing all this clout around the globe
Cause money, weed, and pussy all we know
Around and back then back around for mo
From LA to New York they all so cold
She hit me back they coming through fasho
Cause pussy, weed, and money all we know
Charge a hunnid to the game
Grab some Henny, bring my change
Sip this liquor, ease that pain
And po' up
Ease that pain, sip this liquor
Bring my change from that pick up
Couple strands of that killa
Roll up
I said
She bougie and she bad, she get it from her dad
Well at least her attitude, because that nigga had her back
But her looks are from her momma, her ass is pretty fat
And I would not hesitate, to put my dick in that
We was chillin poolside on the rooftop of the L
You swore you were do or die, I think you belong in Hell
You were only in disguise, for a while I couldn't tell
You're the reason I'm this guy, why I'm like fuck it oh well
(Oh well)
I did everything so trill, Isleys on and chill
Moscato in your cup, some salmon on the grill
Kept you cracking up but then my Mack it touched me to do ill
Started lackin' and was absent I was acting up for real
Here we go
Call around we got a couple hoes
East to West we got em coast to coast
Chasing all this clout around the globe
Cause money, weed, and pussy all we know
Around and back then back around for mo
From LA to New York they all so cold
She hit me back they coming through fasho
Cause pussy, weed, and money all we know
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Writer(s): Kendall Taylor
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